Game Of Life

Two

Pain comes from everywhere. From everyone. It can be physical or mental. But the most important thing is how you overcome that. Because living in pain is never an option.

Floating.

I feel as if I am floating. Past the clouds. Past the birds. It was such a pleasant feeling. The cool wind in my hair, blowing on my face. The swoosh of the wind in my ears was like a pleasant lullaby lulling me into sleep. When suddenly something changed. Maybe the atmosphere. The surrounding maybe. I don't know. I don't understand.

Something doesn't feel right.

Just as I got used to the pleasant feeling, everything changes into a dark mess.

The once bright sky is now almost as dark as the night, covered with grayish black clouds. The pleasant wind now starts howling in my ear and hits me harshly in the face. Everything is dark and gloomy.

Rain starts falling in torrents. It feels as if someone is throwing stones at me, the drops are so thick. Lightning strikes, looking extremely beautiful against the dark canvas. The thunder acts like a background noise to the symphony of the heavy downpour and the wind.

I feel as if I am free falling. I flap my hands around, tring to hold on to something. Anything. But what could I possibly hold, so high in the sky? Birds?! But the brain doesn't understand logic in situations where the body is in danger. It just wants something to help it.

As I loose height, trees come into view. Tall and sturdy, with the clothing of leaves which dance to the music of nature. The wind is so strong that it sways the trees and the leaves flutter.

I keep falling down, loosing height and pass through the trees. The branches attack my body, scratching it and leaving pain in its wake. It's as if they are performing a cruel dance around me. The branches move in to attack my body but move away as soon as I try to catch them.

My body feels as if it is on fire. There is pain everywhere. From the number of scratches on my body. From the slapping of the branches against my body.

The falling droplets of water behave as if I am rubbing salt on my wounds, they are so painful. I wince every time a branch hits me or when I get a paper cut from the sharp edges of the leaves.

I fall through the trees at great speed with my arms flapping around but I am unable to hold on to any branch. It's as if something is pulling me down. After some more moments of agonising pain, the ground is visible. Green grass covering the brown sand. I see stones scattered which are probably going to hurt more. I try to turn my body so I could use my hands and legs to help reduce the brunt of the fall. But at the speed that I am going at, nothing will be able to stop my body from getting injured badly.

As the ground comes closer, I start panicking more, trying to hold on to something, anything, in a last attempt to save myself but it seems as if  everything is just beyond my reach.

The more height I loose, I faster I start falling it seems. I don't want to die yet. Not yet. I close my eyes, praying for some miracle to happen. For anything that could save me.

Wishfull thinking.

After some time, I touch the ground.

Nothing.

At first there is nothing. I feel nothing. Nada.

When suddenly a shock goes though my body. It feels as if my body is being cut into pieces. A piercing pain goes though my body. A scream tears through my mouth from the sudden pain that I feel. My legs and arms have become too heavy to be able to move and weigh down. I try to lift them but am unable to.